Her Graceful War Song (Carissa Sinclair) novel Chapter 632

As Abigail carried the lifeless baby outside, Dorothy burst into loud sobs. Ignoring the older woman, Abigail walked straight to Samuel. He had been bound for so long his blood circulation had been cut off, leaving his face a deep shade of purple.

Abigail lifted the baby high for him to see. "This is your son. You killed him."

Tears still glistened on her cheeks. Her tone was initially calm, but her next words were filled with rage.

"What will it take for you to finally stop? What will it take for you to behave? Look! You've killed your own son. You've brought turmoil to our family. What do you think you're doing? Just because you think Leona fancies you, you think you can trample on everyone? You ungrateful wretch! She's fighting for her life! Do you even understand what you've done wrong?"

Samuel kept avoiding looking at his mother, and especially didn't want to look at the lifeless baby. Having heard everything that had happened inside, he couldn't articulate his feelings at the moment, but refused to look at the baby.

He hadn't killed his son. It wasn't his fault.

"Take him away!" Samuel mumbled, blood bubbling from his lips. "I don't want to see him. I won't."

But he did see the baby, just for a fleeting moment. The lifeless baby lay there, swaddled in cloth. The baby, so handsome and precious, should have been crying and wailing, but there was only silence.

This was his son… and he was dead!

Samuel whimpered, which eventually escalated into a heart-wrenching cry. "Take him away! I don't want to see him! Mom, I know I was wrong! Untie me! I want to see her! I know now that I was wrong!"

Abigail's tears continue to flow. "It's too late, Samuel. Some things can't be undone. Your child won't come back to life. Nothing can return to how it was."

Once Abigail's anger subsided, only sorrow was left in her voice as she said, "From a young age, you've been my pride and joy. You began your education at six years old and earned countless praise from your teachers.